Saturday, 29 July 2017

The Rain

Sometimes I just like to stand stagnant in the rain,

It feels like its slowly washing away all of the pain.

No one can see the grief that's smeared all over my face,

or hear the terrible things that my heart wants to say.

The storms are the perfect reflection of emotions,

displaying heartbeats in disaster and sorrow in motion.

Can you imagine a teardrop that falls into the ocean,

would you be able to find it if bereft of devotion?

Dancing with my shadow in the torrential storms,

tempest winds as calming whispers when clouds are formed.

A darkened sky cursed with a grey paint hiding when the sun is born,

for mornings never arrive, never shall it again be dawn.

It's the devil's world engulfing the planet in a darkness,

twas the sun first, the moon after and then the stars next.

Our songs are becoming silent so now we become heartless,

and this shadow blinds those who were once considered artists.

Poets speak about beauty that dwells in this world,

but they were just stories and remain as empty words.

And though we do not see the flames, this universe burns,

for our eyes are closed and ears deafened to knowledge unheard.

Friday, 21 July 2017

A Dark Place

I've run out of words to write,
my mouth is also running dry.
The ink in my pen no longer leaks,
even the tears that used to 
fall from my eyes.

The colours have faded from my world,
the life I lived has gone from this earth.
It started off bad but kept getting worse,
every day defined how little I was worth.

My heart used to 
dance to it's own beat,
It's soul was the poetry 
I used to speak.
It was my speech, 
and even in defeat,
I would stand up again 
before slumber and sleep.

I could wake up in the mornings
with a dream I wanted to chase.
Now I barely sleep, with nightmares
and misery that overwhelms my face.

The song I could hear has gone silent,
all the emotions in my heart have collided.
A big bang that became ever so violent,
but I was just way too weak to fight it.

Spent too many years on my own,
living alone, family there but still alone.
No comfort from the friends on my phone,
this misery rotted through to my very bones.

Friday, 7 July 2017

Unacknowledged Beauty

Days beginning when the sun rises like a phoenix,

the clouds are it's ashes and it's glare is so heated.

The skies spectrum of colours in it's appointed time of revealing,

a dark orange, fusion of yellow and red like it's bleeding.

The birds in flight during the hour of morning's birth,

their songs rehearsed, waking those who have heard.

Such majesty leaves the insomniac poets without rhyme or word,

such is the impact of a marvel and beauty of this awe provoking earth.

Time is the design of this canvas following the order from Above,

His will flows through the cycle of life in everything that we love.

The world unfolds when the skies are blue and the dancing doves,

waltzing in a rhythm, cleaving the air with songs unknown to us.

The gentle breeze that whispers to us as it passes ears,

caressing our faces when travelling the road bereft of doubt and fear.

Revitalised flowers blooming as the sun dries up their tears,

such a finely tuned planet so immaculately engineered. 

Can you still question the beauty that engulfs this planet,

Do you still question that this world does not have it?

Like the discoveries we make of hidden skill and talents,

do you see the trees that stand to shade us, so proud and gallant?

Imcomprehensible sights to our minds and the design that's behind it,

we could only awe at this masterpiece created by the One who revived it.

We stay thankful to Him who gave us a life and thus defined it,

and I pray that this narrative needs not for me to rewrite it.